Just made me think that even after all of humanity is gone ans the cold universe embraces the ash of our planet there will always be time, and so much of it , that our entire existence as species is nothing but a grain of sand, a speckle of dust in the frigid eternity.

Try to imagine some alien, looking up at the night sky, looking at our star, thinking 'are we alone out here'? Imagine if life is common, but the vastness of space is keeping us solitary on our own little planets, alone, wondering..

see, this is exactly what I was talking about. how can you wish such little things like coffee or even care to want it when something as grandiose as the universe is upon you, as a reminder that your days will soon run out, as a human species' lifespan is just a blink in the span of something so much bigger.